飞翔是美妙的。盱目蓝天,卸下课堂上的万千沉重,寄情白云深处,放飞心中的白鸽,使希冀丰满羽毛,让清风梳理心绪;寻一丝清爽,觅一点神怡的一瞬间,豁然洒脱将成为我人生的经典。然而我又被荡了回来……这也是我十七岁的感觉:十七岁就像打秋千。……其实,我一直在凝注着墙外的一个 Flying is wonderful. Look at the blue sky, remove the thousands of classes in the classroom, send in the depths of the clouds, and fly the hearts of the white pigeons, so that the Greek plump plump feathers, so that the breeze combing their emotions; find a trace of refreshing, a little leisurely moment, suddenly become free and easy to become The classic of my life. However, I was swayed back again... This is what I feel when I was 17: Seventeen is like playing a swing. ... In fact, I’ve been concentrating on one outside the wall